Getting home of course.

Catwoman was racing through the abandoned night streets of Gotham with alarming speed. Now Batgirl was by no means a stranger to these actions, she herself had often pursued criminals on her motorcycle with more than unsafe speeds. But driving and being driven were two different things.

Normally, she would have been in control of where she was going. The roar of the engine a welcome comfort. The vibrations the powerful engine emitted creating a pleasant hum between her legs as she weaved past vehicles in pursuit of her target. More than once, those vibrations got her all wet and excited, and she had ended many a night with her favourite toy, finishing what her motorcycle started.

But this time, the roar of the engine was not from her motorcycle, but from the luxury sports car that Catwoman no doubt stole from some poor sod. And the usually welcome hum between her legs was not created by the powerful engine, but by the modest massager wedged between her legs. But she could not deny that the thrill of blasting through traffic with breakneck speeds did not excite her, even if she was a helpless passenger. And there was no denying that the massager did an excellent job of building her excitement. In fact, for what was probably the fourth or fifth time this night, the insistent vibrations against her sex were about to push her over the edge once more.

She strained her legs against the leather belts, and her balled fists pulled fruitlessly against the steel cuffs. She tensed as the first waves of her latest orgasm began to erupt from her core, and she instinctively pushed her head into her pillow, to stifle her screams of pleasure. Of course, her "pillow" this time, was Catwoman's lap, so all she did was push her nose and mouth between the thief's legs, and very close to the other woman's pussy. When the orgasm was over, and Batgirl had regained some of her senses, she felt a soft hand gently stroking her hair.

'I know you are eager to get started with the fun, Kitten, but you must be patient. When we get to my place, that is when the real night will start, this is just foreplay.'

Batgirl swallowed hard, the taste of watermelon filling her mouth. She was lucky Catwoman had chosen a taste she enjoyed. gods forbid she would have been **** to suck on something disgusting. Her pussy convulsed as her fogged brain processed what the cat burglar said. Damn her and her submissive desires. Barbara had discovered during her sexual experimentations, that she had a more than average interest in bondage, and on the submissive side of it as well. She kept this part of her secret, of course, no villain or criminal could know about this. Her life would be over if they found out. There was always a certain risk vigilantes had when they were being captured by someone of the opposite sex. But if said capturers found out their captive actually enjoyed being captured and sexually dominated, well, there would be no hope for said captive.

The number of people who knew about that little detail, barbara could count on one hand. And she was hell-bent on keeping it that way, be they friend or not. She was pulled from her musings by the recognizable, and totally unwanted red and blue flashing of a police cruiser. If she strained her ears, she could even hear the whine of the sirens. For a moment, Batgirl panicked, the last thing she needed now was for the police to discover her. Her reputation would be ruined forever. She would become the laughing stock of Gotham. The fear was so intense, that she even forgot about the vibrator wedged against her crotch.

'Hold tight kitten, this is going to be interesting.'

Batgirl wondered if Catwoman made a joke here, what was she going to hold on to? But she had no more time to worry, as she saw Catwoman push the gas all the way down, and the car lurched forward with even more speed. For several long minutes, Catwoman navigated the car through the city, pushing the stolen sports car to its limits. But eventually, the sirens began to fade, until she no longer heard them, and the flashing of the lights could no longer be seen.

'Well, that was thrilling, but I think we lost them. And just in time as well, hate to have to lead them home.'

Batgirl felt the car slow down, and eventually stop. She watched as Catwoman got out before she was unceremoniously slung over the other woman's shoulder. She saw the insides of a dimly lit parking garage, and what was clearly the open doors of a nearby elevator. They got in, and the elevator began its ascent towards Catwoman's penthouse apartment.

But the master thief of course did not remain idle during the wait. Now that she no longer needed to control the car, she could use her hands to freely grope the captive crime fighter. Batgirl shuddered lightly as she felt Catwoman's soft hands began to explore her young body without hesitation. The fact that the massager was still buzzing against her pussy was not helping the situation either. She tried to squirm away, but the cuffs were unbreakable, and the belts were too tight to worm out of. She moaned appreciatively as Catwoman began to caress her tight ass. And moaned even louder when she delivered a series of sharp slaps to them. Her submissive desires were starting to take over, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend she didn't like it.

'There is no point in trying to hide it kitten, I know you enjoy this.'

To further accentuate her control over Batgirl, Catwoman reached between her legs and pressed the massager hard against her pussy. being **** to endure pleasure like this, and being at the total mercy of an experienced dominant, was too much for Batgirl to handle, and not even the makeshift gag could stifle her scream of pleasure as the strongest orgasm of the night exploded from her helpless cunt. Batgirl was actually seeing stars for a while, such was the **** of her release, and she knew that if her suit was removed now, her wetness would remove any remaining doubt of her liking it.

She felt a moment of weightlessness as she fell before she landed on something soft. A quick look around told her that she was in Catwoman's bedroom, and the soft object she was laying on was a kingsize bed.

There was a shift in the mattress, and Batgirl saw Catwoman crawl across the bed towards her, emerald green eyes shining with predatory desire.

When she had reached her prey, Catwoman began to run her slender fingers all across the front of Batgirl's body, making the young crimefighter squirm as she fought against her raging desires to submit. Down they went, across her breasts, flicking her nipples, which were stiff even through the fabric of her Batsuit. Down across her stomach, until she reached Batgirl's crotch.

Catwoman reached for the massager, and with a practised tug, pulled it free from between Batgirl's legs. There was a distinct whine of disappointment as the vibrations disappeared, and Catwoman laughed at her captives antics.

'Don't worry Kitten,' Catwoman said as she pressed one of the razor-sharp claws against her sex, noticing the clear wetness.

'As much as I love to unwrap you as the gift that you are, I need to do one last thing before we are fully free to do as we want. But don't worry, I won't leave you like this I know just what you need.'

As she spoke, Catwoman drew her finger back up towards Batgirl's neck before removing the tips and storing them in a special box.

The thin blade had easily torn through the material of Batgirl's suit, leaving a clean-cut exposing the young woman's crotch, stomach, and sides of her firm breast.

'Oh, no underwear? It's almost as if you were prepared for this.'

Catwoman pushed the opening she made further apart, revealing more of Batgirl's flawless skin. She ran a single finger across the now bare pussy, and when she pushed inside, she was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure and a thoroughly drenched slit. Using just one finger, she began to pleasure Batgirl's pussy, while her other hand deftly began to unbuckle the belts around her knees and feet. Batgirl squirmed in place, trying, and failing to keep her voice down. Her eyes closed, she had not even noticed her legs were now free to move, so focused was she on the pleasure coming from her pussy. It wasn't until the finger disappeared, and she felt something being placed between her legs, that she regained enough concentration to open her eyes and look at was Catwoman was doing.

A simple saddle-like box was resting between Batgirl's legs. From it, a rod was protruding, pointing directly to her crotch. Her tighs were rapidly being secured to it with two leather cuffs. By the time her lust induced brain had processed what the box was going to do, Catwoman had finished strapping in her legs, and the cat-burglar was busy attaching something to the rod. Despite the dread building in Batgirl's stomach, she could not resist taking a peek at Catwoman's generous bosom as they hung teasingly close to her face. Lost in the hypnotic sway of Catwoman's breasts, she completely forgot about what the other woman was actually doing. That is until she felt something entering her dripping opening.

Tearing her eyes away from Catwoman's breasts, she raised her head to look between her legs. The feline thief had attached a rather sizable rubber imitation cock to the rod, and the tip was currently pushed just past her lower lips. She looked at the woman that had captured her, and the smug look on her face told Batgirl all she needed to know. Catwoman retrieved a small phone-like device from a drawer and after a short minute of fiddling with it, the device sprang to life.

The rod began to extend, pushing the fake cock deeper into Batgirl's eager pussy. Said crimefighter shuddered visibly as the cock pushed deeper and deeper. Eventually, a moan was torn from her mouth, and when the rod began to retract, pulling the dildo back out, she arched her back as waves of pleasure surged through her. It pulled all the way back until it was just the tip that remained inside before the cycle repeated. Catwoman reached down, and applied a helping of lubrication to the cock, ensuring a smooth and painless ride.

'You probably won't be needing the extra lube, you look plenty wet already, but I rather am safe than sorry. I have a great many plans for and with you, and I don't want to delay them because I forgot something as simple as this. Now enjoy yourself, Kitten, I will be back as soon as I can. And don't worry about your friend here, it runs on a power cord, so it can go for hours. I put the setting on random, so you wouldn't be bored. Bye now.'

With wide eyes, Batgirl watched as her captor walked out of the bedroom, leaving her alone with the device. The helplessness and forceful invasion further fuelled her submissive desires, and her pussy convulsed eagerly around the rubber toy as it plunged itself deep into her wet slit. There was a sudden shift in the way the machine sounded, and the rod began to move at a far faster pace. Consequently, Batgirl began to moan and trash with much more enthusiasm. It wasn't long before the steady pounding and raging desires overwhelmed the last of her resolve, and as she arched her back in pleasure before the orgasm washed over her. A small stream of liquid ran from around the cock as it relentlessly continued to fuck her helpless pussy, staining the expensive sheets of Catwoman's bed.

As Batgirl rode out the high from her orgasm, a thought crept into her mind.

'Mistress is going to be so mad when she returns and finds out I ruined her sheets. Again.'